"I'll be sure to return it before we part ways," he agrees with an quick flash of a grin, accepting graciously, pausing a moment to gently tuck one end under the thick curtain of hair draped down the back of his robe. Letting the loose ends of the scarf fall neatly in line with the drape of his outer garment.

"We should share names as well, shouldn't we? My name is Jin Guangyao. Although I suppose if we're expected to be close, you can call me A-Yao," he suggests with almost a light laugh. It's terribly close for a complete stranger but what can you do, in times like these?